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Archive for May, 2009

I wish

May 09th, 2009 | Category: Life,Random Thought

I wish I could sleep until life made sense. Though, if I tried that, I suppose I’d never wake up.

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Death: A Life

May 09th, 2009 | Category: Opinions

So, recently I finished reading Death: A Life by George Pendle. The book is an autobiography told by Death, the fellow in the black robe who ushers the souls of the dead into the void. Death explains that he is the son of Satan and Sin, born before the Time of Creation. Only Heaven, Hell and nothingness, Earth was still yet to be Created. Much of Death’s childhood is spent with his mother, Sin, as Satan isn’t much of a family man. These are very lonely years for Death, he spends most of the time having sex with his mom, or torturing her for fun. Sin, by the way, is a hideously fat demon with serpents for hair, leaking caustic fluids from every orifice in her body. Needles to say, Death grows up a little odd. He goes on to describe the early, and chaotic first days Creation, the moment he discovers his true purpose in Life, his dealings with God and angels, falling in love with a mortal, his unfortunate addiction to Life, and the fact that he’s really not a bad guy. He’s just doing his job.

Death: A Life is a comedy, a work of satire, and it’s astonishingly boring. God’s kind of a thoughtless bumbler. Satan and Sin are evil, but friendly enough. Jesus is kind of a jerk who tells people, “eat me!” Death is like Santa Claus, he can travel the entire world, completely outside of time, ushering souls into the void. Oh, and everything has a soul, even turnips. Nothing in the book is particularly original, amusing, or compelling. The idea of an imperfect God isn’t new, or interesting in this case. Fiction is supposed to be entertaining, not dull and tedious.

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I should

May 08th, 2009 | Category: Life

I should write something, but I won’t because I’m ridiculously tired and kind of sore.

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5 Weeks= Fresh Trache in the Morning

May 07th, 2009 | Category: Life

In about six hours, I go for yet another fresh trache. I’ve written something like this for most of my trache changes, not including the emergency ones, so I feel weird not writing it.

It’s funny, I used to be terrified of them, but now I actually kind of like my five week visit to the O.R. Everybody’s quite nice, I really like my doctors, we’re pretty close by now. Before the procedure, there’s usually a solid two hour wait, but it’s not an awful sort. I always have my iPod. I close my eyes and listen to music, try to get lost with Elliott Smith, Aimee Mann, Nirvana. Usually, I think about things I want to write later. I think about a few people who really mean something to me, a few people I love, a few people gone and missed terribly. I get nice drugs to fall asleep before the little tube is yanked out of my throat, and replaced. I get nice drugs when I wake up, unless something absolutely ridiculous happens and I don’t wake up.

I’m never particularly scared before trache changes anymore, there are other things that scare me far more. If I die tomorrow, I’ll go out high on the ferris wheel, listening to great music. There are worse ways to meet The End.

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Manicures

May 06th, 2009 | Category: Life

So, today I went for a manicure. I see these tiny Asian ladies who don’t speak a lick of English, but they smile and nod a lot. I’m getting a fresh trache on Friday, so I didn’t want to go in with hideous nails…

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It’s a small indulgence, but it’s oddly important. See, whenever my nails go bad it almost certainly means that life has gone bad, I’m either really sick, or astonishingly depressed. I’m often depressed these days, but not so much that I don’t care about the little things that make me, well, me.

Do you have any such gauges, little things that mean you’re still yourself?

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God loves us, maybe…

May 06th, 2009 | Category: Life,Opinions,Random Thought

I’m not a religious fellow. I’m Catholic enough to believe in Hell, and that I’ll probably go there. God and I aren’t really pals lately. Still, I love talking about religion.

So, Catholics believe in God the Father, God the Son (Jesus) and the Holy Ghost. They’re three separate beings, but they add up to the One True God. Nobody really knows how this is possible, it’s just supposed to be believed. It’s supposed to be taken on faith that They’re separate, but One.

Now, God of the Old Testament was often pretty harsh and vengeful, He fucked over plenty of people. Jesus, His Son, however, was all about love and forgiveness. Jesus, the Prince of Peace. The Holy Ghost is also supposed to be quite loving, very kind. Currently, They’re all said to be in Heaven, Three as One.

I often wonder if just because Jesus loves us perfectly and forever, couldn’t God still be hardcore and fuck us over when He feels like it? Could the One God actually hate us? Of course, He can’t hate us if He doesn’t exist at all.

Personally, I believe in God, but I don’t think He cares one way or another what happens to us. What about you?

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Noise

May 05th, 2009 | Category: Life

So, thanks to the NeuroSwitch I’m typing decently again, and that’s great. Right now, though, I’m stuck. My head’s full of noise, noise that isn’t coherent enough to write. My head’s full of noise, noise that I can’t quiet. Part of the problem, I think, is that I set a daily word count for myself. That sort of thing just makes me uneasy, and I’m uneasy enough already. No word counts until the noise clears.

Oh, and if you dream about my death, or feel like writing about my death, but we’ve never been in the same room together, just save that for your diary. I need less noise, not more.

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Tattoo #20

May 04th, 2009 | Category: Life,Tattoos

It’s become kind of a tradition to get a new tattoo just before I get a fresh trache, the next being this coming Friday. So, last night I decided to hit Doc Dog’s Las Vegas Tattoo to have my man, Colt, etch a couple of words into my arm. Colt has done my last six tattoos, and he’ll be doing them until I drop dead, as was recently prophesied, or until I just run out of room or ideas. We’ll see which happens first.

Part of getting a tattoo, at least for me, is the shop’s atmosphere, which is why I love Doc Dog’s. It’s a very cool family business. Doc is Colt’s dad, he owns the shop. Doc actually started the first tattoo shop in Vegas. Colt’s mom is a lady named, Belle, she and Doc run the place. Belle also does piercings. Doc and Belle are always at the shop, or the Boneyard, the kickass bar next door. Colt hangs at the Boneyard between tattoos. I once wrote about them…

“I get my tattoos from a fellow named, Colt, a tattoo artist like his father before him. His mom and dad are usually around the shop, or the bar next-door. It’s an odd little family business, but they’re happier than most nine-to-fivers, it’s obvious they don’t go home and hate each other.”

They’re one of a few reasons why I like Tampa anymore. As for my twentieth tattoo…

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It’s my third Elliott Smith tattoo from another of my favorite songs, Stupidity Tries. Specifically, I think it’s a song about his career and his life. He feels like a fuck up who writes songs about it, songs that people love, but he doesn’t get why. He’s fuck up, but he keeps going, though he’s not sure why. It’s a song about futility, about how we try for some kind of peace, even if it’s probably stupid to try. The song reminds me very much myself. I’m a fuck up, I consistently do really dumb things. I’m a fuck up who’s good at writing about it, and people say I’m amazing, but I don’t feel amazing.

Last summer, after Sara (the ex) had to move to Boston, and said that she wanted me to join her, I decided it would be a good idea to be drunk as often as possible. She figured I had it in me to do so, so just before she left, she asked me to promise to quit drinking entirely. I lasted a few weeks. I couldn’t handle the stress of figuring out how to move, the still newness of the trache, problems I was having with it, and the fact that I was just so lonely without her. Oh, and I never like being told I “can’t” do something. Her and my family were both against me drinking for different reasons.  So, after a particularly bad week I went out and drank way too much scotch. Apparently, I sent Sara a few drunk IMs before I passed out, and that was it. I fucked it all up.

I’m a fuck up, but I keep going anyway, even if I don’t always see a reason. I still want the kind of relationship I had with Sara, I want that life, and I keep trying to have it, even if trying might be stupid. I love someone else, and maybe that’s stupid, but whatever. Stupidity tries.

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Not dead yet

May 03rd, 2009 | Category: Life

I’m not dead yet, but keep listening for any radio announcements. While we’re waiting, I’m going to up my daily word count to at least 350, and I have at least three tattoos waiting.

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Note from a fan

May 02nd, 2009 | Category: Life

Sometimes people who saw me on This American Life write me little notes, hellos and what-not. The latest, however, is extra spectacular…

“I had a dream you died and Ira announced on the show.”

Apparently, he’s going to write a poem about it. So, there’s that to look forward to, that and Ira Glass announcing my death on the radio. I hope he says something nice.

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